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Naturally, she couldn't sleep well that night. It was the first time that Song Wanyue treated Duan Baiting like that, and he could hardly bear it. Just looking down at her hands clenched like that made me feel the blood rushing to my head and my scalp felt like it was going to explode.

Seeing that he liked it, Song Wanyue put her arms around his neck, smiled coquettishly and said, "Next time, I'll help you the same way."

This was undoubtedly pouring fuel on the already raging fire.

The more she hid, the more he wanted to kiss her. Impatiently, as if relieving some pain.

Her breathing was so heavy as if she was short of oxygen. He smiled and used his fingertips to rub her lips that were swollen from being sucked.

"It's still the same now, actually. I just feel a little compassion occasionally."

This was in response to what she had said about him being cruel and cold-blooded.

Song Wanyue blinked: "Is it hereditary?"

He smiled, and probed the depth with his fingers, feeling being wrapped and absorbed by some strange warmth. The smile in his eyes was a little frivolous: "Almost. There are no good people in my family."

Song Wanyue took a breath lightly, and her fingers grabbed his arm tightly: "Then... It seems that people like you are not suitable to have offspring. What if you give birth to someone like you... Woo."

Duan Baiting reached out to wipe her tears, and asked knowingly: "Why are you crying?"

Song Wanyue was speechless, her waist was bent, and all the strength in her body seemed to be drained away. Leaning on him, I wouldn't slide down.

He held her in his arms, put his arms around her, and moved slowly.

A gentle voice fell into her ears: "I seem to be a very bad person, but unfortunately, bad people get good rewards."

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When Song Wanyue got up the next day, she felt that her waist was broken, her legs were broken, and her voice was hoarse.

The whole person looked as miserable as possible.

As for the culprit, he was still a handsome man, wearing a suit and tie, meticulously.

Sitting at the dining table calmly, she drank her coffee leisurely.

Song Wanyue was filled with resentment in her heart. It was clearly a two-person sport, so why was she the only one in such an awkward situation?

Xiao Huan had just come back from walking the dog. Seeing her like this, he looked worried and said, "Could it be a rabies attack? Sir, you should take Sister Wanyue to get vaccinated as soon as possible. It will be too late if you're late."

He said the rest of the words while looking at Duan Baiting, his tone anxious.

Song Wanyue snorted: "It's probably too late. I was bitten several times last night."

"Ah?" Xiao Huan was stunned for a moment, then seemed to have reacted.

He then looked at Duan Baiting who was drinking coffee calmly beside him.

"Mad Dog" is right next to me.

Xiao Huan didn't dare to continue talking. He took the dog leash and took Wangwang to the backyard.

Roman gave Song Wanyue a few days off, saying it was a reward for her hard work these days.

Duan Baiting glanced at his mobile phone, which contained the itinerary that he had asked his secretary to send him last night. After the free period, I started to get busy. In fact, he didn't have much time for the next half month, but he still asked Song Wanyue: "Have you decided where to go, an island or a jungle?"

Song Wanyue stuffed a small piece of bread toasted with honey in her mouth, looking a little confused: "What?"

He asked calmly: "Don't you want to camp?"

He didn't expect that he would remember what he said casually.

Song Wanyue shook her head. After swallowing the bread in her mouth, she spoke: "Shizuka and I have an appointment to go out and play."

Duan Baiting was silent for a few seconds and nodded.

There was a flash of disappointment in his eyes, but his tone was still indifferent: "Really? Where have you decided to go?"

"Paris, to see an exhibition. I haven't been there for a long time." Song Wanyue picked up the milk and took a sip.

The milk in our house is airlifted in early every morning. It is authentic and additive-free. The milk comes from cows that grow up in Hulunbuir and eat fresh and clean grass every day.

Duan Baiting subconsciously rubbed his fingers gently along the wrist bone. This is his usual action when thinking.

The dog in the backyard started barking for some reason, and Xiao Huan was busy trying to coax it.

The noise spread to the dining room, making the dinner for two not too quiet.

Duan Baiting asked her meaningfully, "What time is your flight? Do you need me to arrange someone to take you there? Or, I can go with you two."

"The flight is in the afternoon, but before we leave, I have to accompany Shizuka to the hospital for a physical examination. Their company requires it, so we have to leave after we finish eating." She smiled and answered the second half of his sentence, "Why are you going with us? We're going to see an exhibition, not to hold a press conference or discuss business. We won't waste a talent like President Duan." She

held her chin with one hand and looked at him with a smile in her eyes.

There was no sarcasm in his tone, but rather he was making fun of him.

Duan Baiting lowered his eyes and smiled softly. He didn't say much, just nodded: "Yeah."

Today's breakfast included white porridge and toast. Duan Baiting ordered a bowl of porridge and only ate a few bites.

The porridge in the bowl was not thin at all.

He stirred it gently with a spoon, seemingly unintentionally, and asked casually: "What about the date of your return? Have you decided?"

"Not yet." Song Wanyue thought for a while, "Roman gave me ten days off, I have to stay here for at least seven or eight days. After all, the round trip takes time."

Thinking of this rare vacation, she couldn't help but feel happy. He stretched his shoulders and neck and stretched himself: "Finally, I can have a holiday!"

Duan Baiting took another sip of coffee and said nothing more.

But the smile in his eyes gradually disappeared.

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During those days, Song Wanyue could be said to have lost contact with him. She didn't call him at all, and she only occasionally reported her safety through WeChat.

Just a few numbers.

She only gave a perfunctory response to my phone calls and hung up after a few words.

Duan Baiting knew all her whereabouts through updates in her circle of friends and consumption reminders.

I went to the exhibition the day before yesterday, to a cocktail party yesterday, and then to a jewelry auction.

The card I gave her was linked to my own number, so every transaction was recorded.

Even when I was in a meeting, I received a spending reminder for that $300,000 dress.

Xi Yang came to see him in the evening and talked about some work matters. Seeing that he was not in the best of mood, she smiled knowingly: "We haven't gotten together for a while, want to have a drink?"

Duan Baiting didn't want to go home and faced the empty house.

He nodded: "Yeah."

Shang Heng was called in to a private room. He brought a female companion with him today, and he said he had just met her a few days ago.

The other party greeted them, and Duan Baiting leaned back on the sofa, looking a little distracted.

He nodded slightly in response to the other party's polite greeting. Although his face was expressionless, it was considered a response.

Shang Heng has Song Wanyue's WeChat. This little girl has been updating her Moments very frequently recently and she seems to have almost traveled all over France.

As for Xi Yang, he asked, "Why didn't you bring out your little female star?"

Xi Yang smiled, dipped his fingers in wine, and wrote two words on the black glass table: "She has a name, Yun Wei."

Shang Heng moved closer and saw that it was "Yun Wei" that was written .

Of course he knew her name, but he felt there was no need to remember it.

He nodded and smiled frivolously: "Yes, yes, Yun Wei. Look at my memory, I always forget."

The woman sitting next to him and being hugged by him was stunned: "Yun Wei? Is she the one I'm thinking of?"

Shang Heng was about to answer, yes, it was the one you were thinking of, the one who often played the heroine on the screen.

But he was interrupted by Xi Yang's contemptuous laughter: "Probably not. She is not famous."

As he said, he raised his glass and clinked it with Shang Heng, and calmly changed the subject: "What are you busy with recently? There is not even any news."

"Hey, don't mention it." Shang Heng clinked his glass back and drank it all in one gulp. "The old man said that I am not doing my job properly and setting up a dental hospital. It's outrageous. This is my major. What else can I do if not this? He also scolded me for having affairs with women, saying that I am obsessed with women. Then what should I do, have affairs with men? Then he will be so mad that he will die." He

kept complaining, and Duan Baiting thought it was too noisy, so he took the coat on the side and prepared to get up and leave.

Xi Yang called him again: "You just got in."

Duan Baiting rubbed his ears and said in a cold voice: "Noisy."

Shang Heng spread his hands: "Okay, then I won't say anything."

Duan Baiting ignored him, put on his coat and walked out.

Shang Heng muttered, "Strange temper."

This man has been like this since he was a child. He doesn't talk much and seems to be pure and simple, but he never indulges anyone.

Simply put, cold-blooded and black-hearted.

Fortunately, I can be considered half his friend, otherwise, if we meet in the business world in the future, sooner or later, I will be eaten by this wolf without leaving any bones.

Knowing that it was useless to persuade him, he pretended to pick up his mobile phone and said meaningfully: "I wonder if Xiao Yueyue is asleep at this time. It should be afternoon in France now."

While speaking, his eyes were focused on the man who was going to open the door.

Sure enough, the latter's back paused.

Shang Heng's lips curled up into a triumphant smile and he actually made the call.

Duan Baiting sat back calmly and straightened his collar: "Sit for a while, there's a traffic jam at this time."

Shang Heng nodded, and did not expose him directly, but beat around the bush and said sarcastically: "Okay, there's still a traffic jam at 11 o'clock at night. It's worthy of being the imperial capital."

Duan Baiting pretended not to understand, refilled the empty wine glass in front of him, picked it up and took a sip.

No one answered the first call, the second call was hung up, and it was not until the third call that the other party reluctantly answered.

"Who?"

Shang Heng glanced at Duan Baiting who was sitting opposite him. The man was holding ice tongs and casually adding ice cubes to the cup.

But his attention was clearly on himself, so much so that the movements seemed to be slowed down.

He smiled and tried to get close to Song Wanyue: "It's me, Shang Heng. I heard that Xiaoyue went to France. When does she plan to come back?"

Instead of waiting for Song Wanyue's reply, he heard a faint female voice coming from beside her.

"Shang Heng? Is he the chatterbox you scolded me about last time?"

"Shhhhh," Song Wanyue lowered her voice in panic, "keep your voice down, he can hear it."

The phone was on speakerphone, so not only Shang Heng, but everyone else could hear it. Xi Yang almost laughed out loud, but he clenched his fists and pressed them against his lips to hold back his laughter.

I didn't expect that Song Wanyue would describe me as a nagging person. Shang Heng felt that his deep affection had been wasted: "Sister Xiaoyue, what you said makes your brother very sad."

Song Wanyue explained to him perfunctorily: "I was just joking with my friend, don't take it too seriously."

He replied with a grin: "How dare I? Of course, whatever Sister Xiaoyue says is what it is."

"Then hang up if there's nothing else. I'm very busy."

Shang Heng knew very well that the moment the call was hung up, Duan Baiting would get up and leave.

This is the only way to keep him, so it is impossible to let her die like this.

"Wait a minute, we haven't talked much yet. What has Xiaoyue been doing in France recently?"

"Shopping." She replied in a sweet voice.

"Then help your brother buy a watch. I happened to like this model recently, but it's not sold in China."

She didn't rush to refuse: "I can't buy it for you for free. I have to charge you a purchasing fee."

She was calculating.

Shang Heng glanced at Duan Baiting, and his eyes seemed to say that under the influence of you, a profiteer, even the lovely little sister has become black-hearted.

"Okay, you tell me how much." He responded readily.

Song Wanyue didn't have a good impression of Shang Heng, and she was ruthless when it came to taking advantage of him: "Twenty percent."

"Twenty?" Shang Heng smiled, "Why don't you just rob him."

She didn't force him: "It's up to you if you want it."

"Okay, okay, twenty is twenty."

Shang Heng sent over the model and color of the watch.

Duan Baiting put down the ice tongs and poured half a glass of whiskey into the glass.

The transparent ice cubes were soaked in wine and gradually floated up.

Song Wanyue happened to be strolling nearby, and soon his cell phone rang.

Place it on the table with the screen facing up.

Shang Heng was happy when he saw the consumption reminder above: "Swipe your card and make my money. Your wife is pretty good. She gets something for nothing."

Xi Yang had been feeling stuffy in the box for too long, so he lit up a cigar and started smoking.

He handed one to Duan Baiting, who refused.

He had promised Song Wanyue to quit smoking, and after she got angry once, he really stopped smoking.

Xi Yang shook his head and smiled: "Who would have thought that there would be such a day for you."

Not long after he and Yun Wei had been together, he took her on a trip around the world and finally traveled to England.

As the host, Duan Baiting received them.

Yun Wei wanted to go skiing, so Duan Baiting called someone to prepare. There are only three people, and two of them are in the honeymoon period, loving each other very much.

Duan Baiting turned a blind eye, like the snow on the mountain, lighting a cigarette and sitting there for the whole day.

He sat there from morning till night without saying a word. From sunrise to sunset.

Xi Yang patted Yun Wei on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Bring your friends out some other time so that Bai Ting can get rid of being single."

The latter raised his eyebrows slightly, sneered, lit the lighter and lit another cigarette.

The smile was so light, so light that it was unclear and difficult to understand.

But Xi Yang knew that it was ridicule and mockery.

What he was mocking was not the identities of those people mentioned by Xi Yang, but the feelings between men and women.

For truly ambitious people, emotions are not even an accessory to life. He didn't care, even looked down on it.

His ambition is so big that it involves more than just the Duan family.

There is no extra time and energy to waste on things that are not worth mentioning.

But what about now?

His wolfish ambition turned into a love-brained mind, and he started to feel distracted just a few days after his wife left.

After Song Wanyue sent the watch and the invoice, Shang Heng quickly agreed and transferred 20% of the purchasing fee to her.

At the same time, Duan Baiting's phone rang.

He was drinking with a dull look on his face, but when his eyes fell upon the lit screen, his cold expression regained some warmth.

Press the button to connect.

A joyful laughter came from the other side: "Tingting, let me tell you, I just made 200,000 yuan from that sucker Shang Heng, hahahaha."

The smile on the sucker's face shifted to Duan Baiting's lips, and he said in a gentle voice: "Really? Be careful over there."

"I know. I also bought you a gift. I'll give it to you when we get back. It's a surprise."

Duan Baiting thought of the consumption reminder he received half an hour ago, and he already knew what gift she bought for him.

But he still nodded in cooperation: "Okay. Come back early, I'll wait for you."

What was said on this phone call can be said to be a perfect interpretation of the three words "husband feeling".

There is no trace of the past anymore.

Shang Heng was still struggling with the title of "sucker", but after hearing the tone of Duan Baiting and Song Wanyue's conversation, his nonchalant smile came up again: "You are really becoming more and more virtuous. It is true that there is always someone stronger than you. The wicked have to rely on the princess syndrome to deal with them."

Duan Baiting ignored his sarcasm.

As I wished, I received a call from Song Wanyue, so there was no need for me to stay here any longer.

He stood up and left, leaving behind a sentence: "I'll treat you to dinner today."

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Song Wanyue originally said that the flight would be on the afternoon of the 13th and would arrive on the 14th. As a result, something urgent happened and Shizuka had to stay there to see the art exhibition. So it was postponed for a few days.

As for the law firm, Roman gave her a few days' leniency, saying that it would be deducted from her annual leave.

Duan Baiting's mood, which had just brightened up, became gloomy again.

In the photo that Song Wanyue posted on her Moments half an hour ago, there was a blond and blue-eyed man standing next to her. His arm almost touched her shoulder.

It even turned his gloomy mood into a thunderstorm season.

He was smiling so happily...

He was not in the mood during the meeting and did not get a response after the board of directors finished speaking.

The elites in suits and ties just sat there with bated breath, not understanding where they had gone wrong. It made him so embarrassed.

Duan Baiting tapped the table with his fingers, as if thinking about something. The eyelashes are drooped and the eyes are pressed down, and the emotions are hard to break.

The slow and steady knocking sounds seemed to be knocking on their hearts.

Everyone was nervous.

Some people with poor mental quality even took out handkerchiefs from their front pockets and started wiping the cold sweat from their foreheads.

Who is that blond-haired and blue-eyed foreign man, and what does that expression Song Wanyue sent mean?

Could it be that...

Duan Baiting frowned, supported his forehead with one hand and pressed his temple.

At this moment, there were only two words in everyone's heart.

——It's over.

Everyone in the conference room didn't dare to breathe, and they lowered their heads to look through the materials needed for the meeting in front of them.

I searched everywhere but couldn't find any problem.

It is easier to guess the Holy Will than to guess the thoughts of the person in front of you.

My temples are constantly tight and pressing them is useless. His brows were frowned and relaxed, relaxed and frowned again.

Finally, he threw down his pen and said, "That's all for today."

He finished hastily and went back to the office. Secretary Qin noticed his abnormality: "Do you need me to postpone my afternoon schedule?"

Duan Baiting was holding the contract sorted out by his assistant, but his mind was wandering.

After listening to Secretary Qin's words, he pondered for a moment, put down the contract and asked her: "How is France going recently?"

"With Iris watching over it, there should be no problem."

He was obviously not satisfied with Secretary Qin's decisiveness: "Even machines can make mistakes, let alone people."

Secretary Qin has been by his side for many years and knows that this person does not care about personal feelings and always handles official matters impartially.

"You followed up personally for most of the year last year. Unless there are major accidents, there will be no mistakes."

Duan Baiting had just signed the contract with the pen still in his hand.

At this time, the fingertips are against one end of the pen.

"I'm still a little worried. Please postpone all my recent appointments and book the nearest flight." He put on his coat and thought for a while, "Forget it, I'll just call the Air Traffic Control Bureau directly."

Even Secretary Qin, who was always calm and composed, was a little stunned: "Go by private plane?"

"Yes, as soon as possible."

After leaving the office, Secretary Qin took a long time to come back to his senses.

He reached out and cleaned his ears. Did she hear it wrongly or was she hallucinating?

Why are you so anxious suddenly?

A little anxious...uncharacteristically.

In the office, Duan Baiting looked at his mobile phone over and over again for a long time.

The call was finally made, and the ringing continued without interruption, but no one answered.

Duan Baiting took a deep breath and moved the phone slightly away from his ear, but he heard the system's built-in phone ring coming from the front.

He was slightly startled and looked up.

The office door had opened a crack at some point, and at this moment, a pair of eyes were peeking in from outside.

The moment their eyes met, the door was pushed open completely.

The person he had been thinking about day and night appeared in front of him, but he was a little slow to react.

Duan Baiting's assistant followed behind her, carrying large and small shopping bags.

He was Song Wanyue whom he met when he went downstairs just now. He happened to see her driving over here, so he was asked to be the bag carrier.

Song Wanyue told him to just put the things on the sofa next to him.

Then he shook the phone: "Why are you calling me suddenly? Is there something you want to talk to me about?"

Duan Baiting came back to his senses, his expression returned to his usual calm. He put down the phone and shook his head: "I just want to remind you to wear more clothes. The temperature in France has dropped significantly recently." "

I thought you missed me." Song Wanyue was a little disappointed. She deliberately lied to him that she would be back late, just to hook him and then give him a surprise.

Including the fact that I haven't contacted him much these days, I am also playing hard to get and suppressing before praising.

As a result, this person was not affected at all.

She pursed her lips, looked depressed, and sat on the sofa to open the box.

Secretary Qin came in after finishing his call. He didn't notice Song Wanyue sitting on the sofa and reported to Duan Baiting: "The Air Traffic Control Bureau said that due to the weather in France, the earliest we can take off is tomorrow night."

Song Wanyue woke up from her loss and looked up at the man who was covering his lips and coughing lightly, pretending to be calm.